Chapter 11

Shuddering at the thought, I walked into the main office. Daphne sat at a desk facing away from me. She sat in a typical office chair; you know, the kind with a small backrest high up on a two inch diameter stalk set in the seat. The thick shiny stainless steel pole had worked its way into Daphne’s jeans as she sat. Part of her butt meats, now unrestrained by panties, had oozed around the chair rod, gripping it tightly; the rest of the denim covered flesh sagged out around it and over the sides of the seat.

My sweat increased at the sight, but my cock remained limp. All I could see was the brutal invasion she had taken from Linda earlier in the day and I marveled at how she could sit there working as usual all this time. She might have been able to regain her composure somehow, but I hadn’t.

I moved past her, gently patting the back of her head in sympathy as I walked by. Rudely shaking her head away, she lifted her downturned eyes to mine, remembering my part in her ordeal, and glared daggers right through my face. I wanted to apologize to her, to explain that I couldn’t help myself, but there was no way.

Lisa was sitting at the typewriter by the front door. If anything could have brought me back to life it was her. The heat start to spread through my dick again as I approached her, gazing hungrily and openly, but she was too busy typing to notice. I ogled my way down the length of her, starting with her pleasingly filled out face and moving down to the tight red sweater filled with her heavy, bulging tits.

They seemed to fill the entire front of her sweater; so large that they were plopped solidly down on the typing table, Lisa’s arms squeezing them together in front of her as she typed. With one hand in my pocket secretly feeling myself, I stood and stared at her sweater-bulging pair, which had to be the size of honeydew melons. The cold metal table had excited her nipples, forcing those nickel-sized paps to erupt forward nearly three fourths of an inch!

I ended up in her lap, my eyes buried deep in the dark triangle formed by her little belly and bulging, red-nylon thighs. The micro-mini barely covered her bottom, now that she was sitting down, and I could see the round ends of her butt barely peaking out, also encased in the tight elastic. I focused in and thought, “I’ll be damned if she isn’t wearin’ any!”

The white flesh of her unpantied ass blended into the expanding red material, tinting it a dull, sexual pink. “What in the hell is she doing dressed like that just to come to a dull office job?”, I wondered. “She is ready!”, I decided. “And I’m just the man to give it to her!”